Gaslight(s).

 

In the early 1940s, two different film versions of Patrick Hamilton’s play Angel Street were produced. The first version was released in 1940 and titled Gaslight. The second version of this film, which kept the same title, was released just four years later. Although both films were based on the same play and follow the same basic plot line, the 1944 version of Gaslight is superior, in part due to the strong cast and Hitchcockian elements.

Directed by Thorold Dickinson, the first version of Gaslight (1940) begins with a gloomy night. The darkness and fog create the perfect setting for a gruesome murder.

It’s a lovely night for a murder…

While an elderly woman peacefully sews, a faceless man comes up behind her and strangles her.  We do not see the face of the killer; we see only his hands and his shadow as he searches the house; we watch his feet as he runs up and down the staircase. Eventually, a maid finds the body and screams for the police. In the next scene, the camera zooms in on a headline in a newspaper (a very Hitchcockian element) that reads: “DREADFUL MURDER IN PIMLICO SQUARE: BARLOW RUBIES MISSING.” Thus, the story begins.

After what seems to be a long amount of time, a young couple moves into the house where the murder took place. From the very beginning, Paul Mallen (Anton Walbrook), the husband, is a rude, unpleasant person. We never witness a great deal of love shown toward his wife, Bella (Diana Wynyard). In fact, while enraged with his wife at one point in the film, he tells her he hates her. He flirts with the maid, Nancy (Cathleen Cordell), in front of his wife. At one point in the film, Paul even goes so far as to take Nancy to a show and kiss her.

Paul Mallen and Naughty Nancy

Paul disappears at night to “work.” Mysteriously, each night, the gaslight dims as if someone were turning it on from another part of the house. Bella hears footsteps each night in the attic, which is supposedly not in use. Whenever Bella complains of these mysterious happenings to her husband, he dismisses them and leads her to believe that she is dreaming or believing things that aren’t real. He attempts to convince her that she is going mad.

Hitchcock seemed to love the idea of the charming and refined sociopath: a character idealized at the beginning of a film who later turns out to be a villain. Unfortunately, one of this film version’s lacking points is that there is never any mystery that the husband is a very bad person. His treatment of his wife is appalling from the very beginning. Throughout the film, he manipulates his wife into thinking that she is losing her mind and that she is absentmindedly losing things, stealing things, and moving things around the house. He also alienates her from her family and community; he tells their neighbors that she is not well enough for social events.

The Not So Mysterious Killer

Also, there are no trains in the first version.

The remake of Gaslight in 1944 has proven to be much more popular. Granted, the all-star cast probably had a great deal to do with the film’s success.

Although the main characters’ names and some plot details change, the story is basically the same. The husband, Gregory Anton, is played by the debonair Charles Boyer. His wife, Paula Anton, is played by the innocent and charming Ingrid Bergman. A handsome neighbor who saves the day, Brian Cameron, is played by Joseph Cotten. Last but not least, making her very first big-screen appearance is Angela Lansbury, who plays the naughty parlor maid Nancy. Director George Cukor had a promising opportunity with this dynamic cast.

Like its predecessor, this version of the film also begins with a gloomy, dark night. The camera zooms in on a newspaper headline reading: “THORNTON SQUARE MURDER UNSOLVED; STRANGLER STILL AT LARGE.” A major difference in this film is that we witness a young Paula being taken from the home where her aunt was murdered. The next scene shows Paula all grown up, a decade after her aunt was brutally murdered. She is explaining to her singing instructor that she has fallen in love. Who is the lucky fellow? The young man who plays the piano while she sings. When the piano player, Gregory Anton, expresses his love to her, she tells him that she must take some time to think things over on her own. She takes a train to a vacation location. On the train, he meets an elderly lady (Dame May Whitty) who lives on the square where her aunt was murdered. Paula is surprised to find that Gregory is waiting for her when the train stops. (Stalker.) She marries him, and they honeymoon.

In this version, the husband is very charming and romantic at the beginning. On their honeymoon, he manipulates her into agreeing to move to her aunt’s home in London:

“Paula, if you won’t laugh at me, I should like to tell you something … it’s an idea, a silly idea that’s been with me for years. I was in London once in the winter. It seemed to me there was no city in the world that was colder for the homeless, but it could be warmer to the ones who had a home. How I used to long for a home of my own. One of those white houses in little London squares with a woman I would come to love.”

Paula tells him of her aunt’s murder, and she tells him that her aunt left the house to her. This, of course, he already knows.

Paula: “I’ve found peace in loving you. I could even face that house with you.”

Gregory: “Oh, no, no, Paula, beloved, I would not ask that of you.”

Paula: “Yes, yes, you shall have your dream. You shall have your house in the square.”

In the next scene, they arrive at the house. Gregory is still nice and comforting. He listens attentively as Paula shows him the house. When she gets upset, he tries to comfort her: “How would it be if we took away all these things that remind you so of her. The painting, all this furniture, shut it away so you can’t even see it. Suppose we make it a new house with new things, beautiful things for a new, beautiful life for us?”

Gregory asks, “Now where should we put all these things?” It is Paula who suggests that they keep it in the attic. Clever, Gregory, clever.

He snaps on her when she finds a letter sent to her aunt two days before her murder. This is the first time we see his dark side, and this is what makes the film so brilliant and delightfully Hitchy, for he seemed so wonderful at the beginning of the film. He seemed so charming, so accomplished, so handsome. Slowly and subtly, however, he begins to become colder and crueler. He tells everyone he meets that his wife is ill:

Nancy: “What’s the matter with the mistress? She don’t look ill to me. Is she?”

Elizabeth: “I don’t know. Not as I can see, but the master keeps tellin’ her she is.”

On a rare outing, Paula and Gregory go to the Tower of London to view romantic sights such as the guillotine. Gregory tricks Paula into thinking that she’s lost the broach that he gave her as a gift. He also interrogates her for bowing to a man who was smiling at her:

Paula: “I have no idea who he is, Gregory. He seemed to know me.”

Gregory: “Do you usually bow to people you don’t know?”

Paula: “No, I supposed I’d met him somewhere.”

Gregory: “Are you telling me the truth?”

Paula: “Of course, why should I lie? I don’t know who he is.”

Gregory: “Yet you smile at him. Why?”

Paula: “I tell you, I wasn’t thinking. I don’t know why I did it.”

Gregory: “Like the other things.”

Paula: “What other things?”

Gregory: “Oh. Nothing. Only I’ve been noticing, Paula, that you’ve been forgetful lately.”

Paula: “Forgetful?”

Gregory: “Well, losing things … and oh, don’t look so worried, Paula. It’s nothing. You get tired …”

Paula: “Yes, that’s probably what it is. I get tired. I’m tired now, can’t we go home?”

Gregory: “Oh, no! We still have the crown jewels to see. They’re in that building over there.”

Paula: “How do you know? You’ve never been here before.”

Gregory: “The guide told us inside. Are you becoming suspicious as well as absent-minded, Paula?”

The more perceptive Paula grows, the stronger his deceptive manipulation grows against her. Unlike in the 1940 version, where we are told from the beginning that the character is going mad, we can witness her descent into self-doubt in this version. Another classic Hitchcockian element, the transference of guilt, is extremely evident in the relationship between these two characters. When the nosy but friendly Mrs. Thwaites comes to visit, Gregory tells Nancy to tell her that her mistress isn’t well enough to see her. Paula is upset, explaining that she would have liked to have seen Mrs. Thwaites. Gregory pretends that he is confused, and acts as though he was attempting to spare Paula the trouble of receiving their obnoxious neighbor: “And you thought I was being cruel to you, keeping people away from you, making you a prisoner … haha.”

Haha … ha … oh.

While both films were Hitchcockian in tone and setting, the 1944 version, complete with a murder mystery, plenty of staircase scenes, a lovable sociopath, and plenty of dark gloomy nights (as well as a train scene!), truly could be mistaken as a genuine Hitchcock product. Frankly, I’m shocked that Mr. Hitchcock wasn’t involved!

This post is one of three contributions True Classics will be making to the “Best Hitchcock Films Hitchcock Never Made” blogathon, hosted by Dorian of Tales of the Easily Distracted and Becky of ClassicBecky’s Brain Food. Check out all of the wonderful contributions throughout the week!

“You even have to murder a man politely!”

Sometimes, a film comes along that seems to think of itself as far cleverer than it may actually be. I find this to be particularly true when considering some of the more popular films to come out of the past decade; ever since 90s hits like The Usual Suspects (1995) and The Sixth Sense (1999) delighted many viewers with their final, nifty twists, it seems like every Tom, Dick, and Shyamalan has tried to shock the audience with surprise endings. In fact, it seems damn near close to cinematic law nowadays that every horror movie released in the United States must feature a surprise ending in order to break even at the box office.

But the trend goes back much further. Filmmakers have long sought to excite audiences through trickery and surprise endings, and several notable classic films are marked by unforeseen twists. Some of these (Psycho, ChinatownLes Diaboliques) are true shockers, while others fall decidedly flat by either not being all that surprising, being slightly more disappointing than they were built up to be (Rosebud was a f&*#%$g sled???!?!?!?), or by telegraphing the ending so blatantly that any element of surprise is lost well before the climax.

Such is part of the problem with 1951′s The Man with a Cloak, which attempts to leave the viewer with a serious “wow!” moment, and instead just invokes an eye-rolling “well, duh.”

[I'm going to throw up a little "spoiler alert" warning here, just in case it's not yet obvious that I'm going to over-analyze the crap out of this movie's ending.]

The Man with a Cloak sets up its mystery from the opening seconds–we see a darkened city street, and a title card informs us that the setting is New York City in 1848. Another title card appears to loosely set up the plot, stating: “In the lives of all men there are moments of mystery–for man often years, and sometimes chooses, to wander alone and nameless. This is the tale of such a wanderer, once little known and less respected, whose real name later became immortal.”

The wanderer in question watches young Frenchwoman Madeline Minot (Leslie Caron) pass by in a horse-drawn carriage before he enters a bar and orders a bottle of wine. The bartender, Flaherty, (Jim Backus) gently tries to get the man, who identifies himself as “Dupin,” to pay his increasingly large bar tab, but Dupin insists he is waiting on a check and has no money. Flaherty allows him to drink anyway.

Meanwhile, Madeline, believing she has gone to the wrong address, finds her way to the bar while looking for directions. Dupin rescues her from the unwanted attentions of several drunks and asks how he can help her. Madeline reveals that she is looking for a man named Thevenet. She has traveled to New York to solicit money from Thevenet on behalf of her fiance–his grandson, Paul–a young revolutionary and supporter of the Second Republic in France who is danger of being jailed for participating in the uprising.

Upon returning to Thevenet’s house, Madeline is first denied entry by the butler, Martin (Joe De Santis), and then again by the glamorous and steely Lorna Bounty (Barbara Stanwyck), the manager of Thevenet’s house (“manager” being code for “lover”). But she manages to force her way in to see the man of the house, and Thevenet (Louis Calhern) takes a liking to her and invites her to stay, angering the servants, who have spent years waiting for Thevenet to die so they might finally get their hands on his money.

But Thevenet is not ignorant of his servants’ plans; he visits Madeline in the middle of the night and warns her that she may be in danger in the house. He gives her a key to lock her door before bidding her goodnight. In the morning, she witnesses the cook, Mrs. Flynn (Margaret Wycherly), doctoring a glass of milk with a bottle of medicine. Suspecting it to be poisoned, Madeline sneaks the bottle out of the house and enlists Dupin’s help. When a pharmacist reveals it is nothing but sugar water, Madeline is initially relieved, until Dupin explains that giving Thevenet sugar water in lieu of his prescribed medication is just as deadly.

Dupin decides to investigate and goes to Thevenet’s house, encountering all three servants. Lorna is immediately attracted to the mysterious man in the cloak, much to Martin’s disgust, but she is disconcerted when Dupin recognizes her as a former critical darling of the stage. Later, Dupin crashes Thevenet’s booze-soaked Halloween party at Madeline’s behest. Dupin and Lorna flirt with one another, and she seductively sings a song to him.

Thevenet takes a liking to Dupin, and they wax about poetry and money–a rather philosophical discussion that, combined with the alcohol, encourages Thevenet to summon his lawyer, Durand (Richard Hale), so he can change his will and leave his money to Madeline and Paul. The combined efforts of Lorna and Martin temporarily delay Thevenet’s efforts, but eventually Durand is able to craft a new will in which the old man leaves all of his money to the young couple, and the house to the servants.

Immediately after signing the new will, Thevenet poisons a glass of liquor, intending to kill himself, but before he can drink, he suffers a stroke. Frozen and unable to speak, Durand drinks it instead and dies while Thevenet watches in horror. To top it off, Villon, Thevenet’s pet raven, flies off with the new will and hides in the fireplace in the bedroom. When Dupin comes to see Thevenet one last time, the old man tries to tell him with his eyes where the will is, but Dupin is initially unable to grasp Thevenet’s intent.

Despite the best efforts of the servants to impede his detecting work, Dupin solves the mystery of Durand’s death, finds the will, and restores order. And once his “job” is done, Dupin bids Lorna a bittersweet farewell and disappears. When Madeline tries to find him in order to thank him for his help, she discovers that Dupin left behind an IOU at the bar. A final close-up of the signature reveals the cloaked man’s true identity: Edgar Allan Poe.

This is the moment in the film where you, the viewer, are supposed to gasp in shock and awe and say to yourself, “What a marvelous twist!” But if you’ve been paying attention, that’s not bloody likely.

And that, for me, is the biggest problem with The Man with a Cloak. The movie relies so heavily on trying to set up this big surprise ending that, when it doesn’t pay off, it leaves you with a sense of “Huh?” Besides, for many viewers–even those with only a rudimentary familiarity with the real-life Edgar Allan Poe–the payoff just doesn’t suffice. There is no other mystery to the film–we know who the “bad guys” are from the start, and we know things that Dupin does not–the location of the will, for instance–so watching him “solve” the crime lacks a true sense of excitement or dramatic tension. Instead, the ending of Cloak hinges on the supposed mystery of Dupin’s true identity. But with so many BLATANTLY OBVIOUS clues hurled at us throughout (Dupin reads from “The Raven!” And there is an actual raven in the house! And for crap’s sake, the man’s name is DUPIN!), that mystery is ultimately no mystery at all, and because the ending is no huge surprise, the movie ends with a whimper, not a “bang” of revelation.

Furthermore, for those who are more familiar with the author’s life and work, watching the film–and accepting the denouement–requires a more-than-typical level of suspension of disbelief. Poe was far from unknown by this film’s time frame of 1848. His first collection of poetry, Tamerlane and Other Poems, was published in 1827, and his short stories began popping up in newspapers and magazines as early as 1837. The character of detective C. Auguste Dupin was first introduced in “The Murders in the Rue Morgue” in 1841, seven years before the same-named character in the film, and was featured in two other well-received, popular stories in 1842 and 1844. And Poe’s most famous poem, “The Raven” (referenced quite obviously through Thevenet’s pet bird, and in the snippet of the poem which Dupin reads to Mrs. Flynn), was published in 1845, and its popularity brought him great fame–though the film gets it right by painting him as being overly fond of booze and virtually penniless, as Poe’s literary success never translated into financial security.

As it remains, it is incredibly unlikely that none of the characters populating this film would know who “Dupin” really was the whole time. Madeline and Thevenet, particularly, should recognize him easily–recall that in their first meeting, Thevenet asks Madeline who the popular French artists and authors are. This indicates that both of them are familiar with the popular and learned writers of the time, of which Poe most definitely was one.

“But,” one might ask, “Thevenet and Madeline are French! So how can you expect that they would know an American author such as Poe?”

“Ahh,” I might reply, “but Poe’s work had been translated into French years before!” And it’s true–”Rue Morgue” was one of Poe’s first works to be translated into French, and was published in a Parisian newspaper in 1846, two years prior to the events of the film. Furthermore, the story was the subject of a legal dispute several months after its initial publication, when a rival newspaper tried to plagiarize Poe and published the story under a different title. The resulting trial garnered a great deal of publicity for Poe in France. And while Thevenet lived in New York, it stands to reason that Madeline, at least, should have been aware of the case, considering how much attention it received in her home country–indeed, in the very city in which she lived!

See, this is what you get when you allow English majors/nerds to critique films.

Besides the pseudonym of “Dupin,” the presence of the raven, Villon, is quite obviously meant to be the biggest clue as to the impoverished writer’s real identity. But the name of the bird indicates yet another literary influence on the plot. The raven is named after François Villon, the French poet/criminal whose life was heavily fictionalized and romanticized in the films If I Were King (both the 1920 silent version and the 1938 talkie with Ronald Colman) and the musicals The Vagabond King (a 1930 version with Jeanette Macdonald and a 1956 version with Kathryn Grayson). Villon was a criminal mastermind who plotted several robberies in his lifetime and wrote some of his most celebrated poems while incarcerated in various prisons around France. It’s appropriate, then, that the raven is named after Villon; after all, it is his “stealing” (read: hiding) of the will that precipitates the climax of the film and ultimately allows Dupin and Madeline to foil Lorna’s plans. And just in case there’s any question about the matter, Thevenet evens indicates the provenance of the raven’s name when he asks it, “Ou’ sont les neiges d’antan?” which roughly translates to “Where are the snows of yesteryear?” Thevenet invokes this phrase, a refrain from Villon’s poem “Ballade des dames du temps jadis,” in the wake of his first meeting with Madeline, as a bittersweet remembrance of times long past, and Dupin repeats it later in the film with an expression of cynical regret.

I refer you to my previous statement regarding English nerds and film criticism.

Edgar and his cinematic doppelganger.

The non-eventful conclusion and inaccuracies about the titular character aside, The Man with a Cloak is not a bad film, regardless of what the TCM article about the movie would have you believe. Yes, the ending is a clunky attempt at revelatory wonder, and yes, Joseph Cotten cuts a somewhat awkward figure as the erstwhile detective/writer (and it pains me to admit that, because I do adore Joseph Cotten so). He doesn’t resemble Poe all that much even with the author’s ubiquitous mustache–Cotten’s coloring is much lighter than Poe’s, and his manner is decidedly genteel for being as drunk as the character must have been. Despite these weaknesses, however, the film has some strengths, due largely to Stanwyck, a mostly able supporting cast, and some well-crafted, witty dialogue.

Was there ever anyone as good at playing the “bad girl” as Barbara Stanwyck? She has the Herculean task of taking a thoroughly unpleasant, scheming character and making the audience feel a measure of camaraderie with her despite her plotting nature. And damned if Stanwyck doesn’t pull it off, and then some. Lorna is reprehensible, true, but seeing her vulnerable side emerge with Dupin makes the character much more sympathetic. The relationship that develops between Lorna and Dupin is quite effective, due in large part to the great chemistry between Stanwyck and Cotten, and the scenes in which the two of them interact are some of the most entertaining of the entire film.

Despite this, Lorna is no innocent flower: in many ways, she is a half-sister to Phyllis in Double Indemnity–intent on willing a man to death, though not entirely evil as she refrains from actively raising a hand against Thevenet, preferring to allow him to commit suicide through drink and ill health (as Martin says, “Manners! You have to do everything politely. You even have to murder a man politely”). In the end, it is Stanwyck’s strong performance that anchors Cloak and ultimately makes it work despite its issues. The director of the film, the rather green Fletcher Markle, originally wanted Marlene Dietrich for the role of Lorna, but I just can’t imagine that Dietrich could have brought the same mix of quiet menace and regretful longing to the part that Stanwyck does.

The supporting cast, particularly Calhern as the recalcitrant expatriate and De Santis as the most unfaithful of manservants, hold their own admirably with Stanwyck; Calhern is especially deft in the role of Thevenet, and his French accent is surprisingly believable for a Brooklyn-born contract player. The only real downer among the cast is Caron; her Madeline has little to do, and yet comes across as nothing more than a mealy-mouthed bore. Frankly, Caron looks all of twelve years old as she wanders aimlessly through her scenes in flowered hats and hooded cloaks. And while this (at least visually) sets up the dynamic between strong-willed Lorna and the meeker young Frenchwoman, in the end, Caron is simply overshadowed, both physically and performance-wise, by the far more seasoned and–let’s face it–far more talented Stanwyck (don’t shoot me, Caron fans).

Later this month, on April 27th, Poe will once again be featured as a fictionalized, big-screen detective with the release of The Raven, a thriller in which Poe (John Cusack) must help the police track down a murderer who uses Poe’s stories as inspiration for his crimes. According to Rotten Tomatoes, it has received predominantly negative reviews thus far from critics in the UK, where it was released last month, which indicates that it’s likely not going to be all that good. But from the looks of the trailer, I think I might go see it anyway (provided it’s not too gory). Actually, the film sounds a bit like the premise for the pilot of the ABC series Castleone of the collective favorites of the True Classics crew–which makes me wonder if the Raven screenwriters were more than a little influenced by their television precursor (and just to wrap up the whole, geeky circle, the show’s main character, Richard Castle, fittingly adopts the middle name Edgar in honor of–you guessed it–the honorable Mr. Poe).

Ginger and Shirley and Christmas … Oh, My!

This post is my contribution to the “Dueling Divas” blogathon hosted by Backlots. Go check out the other great entries that have been posted over the past three days!

Arguably, the two biggest dancing female stars of the 1930s–at least on the silver screen–were a sharp-tongued witty dame with legs to there, and a precocious, pint-sized charmer with precisely fifty-six curls on her head.

While Ginger Rogers hoofed her way across the screen in nine well-received films with partner Fred Astaire throughout the decade, Shirley Temple danced and sang her own way through a series of feel-good “lovable moppet” roles, becoming the savior of Twentieth Century Fox in the process. Both actresses had (and continue to have) immense fan bases, and both are remembered and cherished by film fans today for their respective dancing prowess and winning screen presence.

As Temple moved into more adult roles in the 1940s, and Rogers forged a very successful career outside of her partnership with Astaire (winning an Oscar for Best Actress for 1940′s Kitty Foyle in the process), the two of them would come together for their first and only film together, a Christmas-themed wartime melodrama called I’ll Be Seeing You (1944).

Mary (Rogers) and Zach (Joseph Cotten) happen to sit across from one another on a train at Christmastime. Zach is on furlough from a military hospital in the wake of a debilitating injury and shell-shock. Mary is also on furlough–from prison, where she has been serving a six-year sentence for manslaughter. Neither knows the details of the other’s “Christmas vacation,” but feel an instant attraction to one another. Mary goes to stay with her uncle’s family for Christmas, while Zach lies about visiting his sister in the same town so that he can see her again. Their feelings continue to grow throughout the week, and Mary’s aunt (Spring Byington) urges Mary not to tell Zach about her troubles. But Mary’s young cousin, Barbara (Temple) inadvertently tells Zach the truth about Mary’s life. Can Zach overcome his trepidation for the sake of their new-found love?

There is a touch of the maudlin to this film, particularly in the scenes in which Mary explains to Barbara exactly why she has been sent to prison. But this does not detract from what is ultimately an enjoyable little movie. There is an interesting dynamic between Rogers’ and Temple’s characters in that their prototypical roles are somewhat reversed in the film. Rogers usually plays the quick, tart-tongued worldly woman, but here she is meek and downtrodden, plagued with regrets for the things she has lost because of her misfortune. On the other hand, Temple has more than enough sass for both of them as Mary’s suspicious cousin. As opposed to her typical screen performances as the eternal optimist, here Temple is (at least at first) the sharp one, the cynical teenager who cannot fully accept her cousin’s presence until the truth behind her imprisonment is revealed.

There is an initial hint of rivalry between the cousins upon Zach’s arrival at the family’s home for dinner. Barbara stares at him longingly, shooting veiled, disapproving looks at Mary as though she feels her cousin is not good enough for the handsome soldier (as well she likely does). Of course, Barbara is far too young for Zach herself, but her obvious crush on him further colors her perception of her jailbird relation. Mary, for her part, strives to understand Barbara’s trepidation at having a convict for a temporary roommate, though it’s hard for her once she sees how Barbara has labeled all of the possessions in her room. But all indications of conflict are set aside once Mary explains the details behind her “crime.” And even though Barbara is ultimately responsible for driving Zach away by telling him about Mary’s past, it is the mistake of a child, born out of haste, not malice, and one that eventually leads to a positive denouement for the film.

I read an article several years ago that claimed that Rogers disliked Temple and loathed working with her on this movie, but I have not seen any evidence of that elsewhere. Who’s to say if the two really did have a fierce rivalry, or whether it was merely tabloidic speculation (yes, I’m aware I probably just made up a word)? Still, I thoroughly enjoy the combination of these two famous hoofers in this film–though, admittedly, real “hoofing” doesn’t play all that big a role in the movie. There is a YMCA ball near the end of the film, but neither actress gets a chance to really show off her skills.

Wouldn’t it have been beyond fascinating to see these two talents really hash out their perceived feud on the dance floor? I mean, seriously–it’s one of those interesting questions to ponder: who do you think would win in a head-to-head dance-off between Ginger and Shirley? Is that even a fair question?

(For the record, my money would be on Ginger, all the way. No offense, Shirls.)

There’s something wrong with Uncle Charlie.

Being an inveterate Alfred Hitchcock fan, when someone asks me to name my favorite film from the prolific director, I find it a difficult question to answer at first. I can give a top five quite easily: North by Northwest, Strangers on a Train, Notorious, Rear Window, and Shadow of a Doubt. Each of these, I feel, is a perfect example of what makes Hitchcock so fascinating a filmmaker–every film an unparalleled concoction of mystery, suspense, romance, humor, and unrelieved examinations of human behavior.

The final two on that short list, I believe, far and away represent the best movies Hitchcock ever directed. I can make a pretty decent case (I think) for both of these movies as the pinnacle of Hitch’s repertoire. But choosing between these two to name “the” best Hitchcock effort? Seemingly an insurmountable task.

If I had to make a choice, though, I would choose Shadow of a Doubt, one of Hitch’s more subdued, and thus more sinister and insidious, Hollywood productions, as not only my favorite of Hitchcock’s films, but as the best (I believe) he ever made.

Now, I recognize that Psycho and Vertigo have their champions, many of whom fervently believe that one or both of these films are far superior to the rest of Hitch’s body of work. And while I enjoy Psycho quite a bit, and respect the charms Vertigo has to offer, so much critical attention has been paid to these two films that it’s safe to assume many casual film fans consider these movies the “best” because … well, because they’ve been told, by critical minds far superior to my own, that these films define Hitchcock’s artistic milieu.

Hitchcock certainly considered Shadow to be a highlight of his career, though whether he labeled it his personal favorite is questionable. Several reports over the years indicate that Hitchcock did, in fact, make the claim, but in his celebrated 1967 interviews with French filmmaker (and self-professed fan) Francois Truffaut, the director clarifies, “I wouldn’t say that Shadow of a Doubt is my favorite picture; if I’ve given that impression, it’s probably because I feel that here is something that our friends, the plausibles and logicians, cannot complain about.”

It is true that Shadow presents one of the more plausible plots in the Hitchcock repertoire. Charles Oakley (Joseph Cotten), a charismatic bachelor, arrives in beautiful, charming Santa Rosa, California to visit his sister, Emma (Patricia Collinge) and her family. “Uncle Charlie” is especially beloved by Emma’s oldest daughter, eighteen-year-old namesake Charlie (Teresa Wright), who shares an almost abnormally close connection with her uncle. Charlie greets her uncle enthusiastically, certain that his presence will be the cure for the “rut” in which she feels the family has fallen. But unbeknownst to them, Uncle Charlie is an itinerant killer nicknamed “The Merry Widow Murderer” and is on the run from detectives seeking evidence of his guilt. As Uncle Charlie’s behavior grows more suspicious, young Charlie finds herself wondering if her uncle’s loving façade hides a more dangerous side.

Shadow of a Doubt is one of Hitchcock’s most meticulously-crafted films, and he coaxes career-highlight performances from his two stars: Cotten and Wright are essential to the movie’s success, and the two actors deliver, serving as brilliant counterpoints for one another on screen. The film is a deceptively simple and forthright depiction of the story; take a closer look at the way in which Hitchcock constructed his narrative, however, and you can see the layers and details used to put together one of the most symbolic and, frankly, twisted movies in his catalog. There are so many observations I could make about this movie; re-watching it recently, I wrote down five pages of notes about the themes, the symbolism, and the things that made me geek out like … well, a geek.

Near the start of the film, when Charlie receives a telegram from her uncle informing the family of his impending arrival, she marvels that she must share some sort of “telepathy” with Uncle Charlie, as if he can read her mind—and her desperation—across the long distance between them. Hitchcock does not do much with this idea, though: the director is more concerned with crafting the complex relationship between uncle and niece. Their bond is characterized as not merely familial, but filial in nature. Much like a parent would teach a child, Uncle Charlie takes it upon himself to indoctrinate his niece into adulthood, forcing her to accept grown-up truths about the world while introducing her to areas of Santa Rosa to which she had never been previously exposed, such as the seedy dive bar that marks their big confrontation. This parental inclination is underscored by Uncle Charlie’s telegram, in which he sends “a kiss for little Charlie,” a move that both infantilizes his niece and elicits a whisper of uneasiness … for there is an uncomfortable indication of incestuous lust in the relationship between the two Charlies.

Whether intentional on Hitchcock’s part or not (and when was anything Hitchcock ever did as a director “accidental?”), the undertones of sexual tension between the two is hard to ignore. When Cotten’s character presents young Charlie with the emerald ring that belonged to his most recent victim—both a gift and a trophy of his “victory” over its previous owner—there is a matrimonial import in the way in which he places it on Charlie’s finger, as if he is forcibly “wedding” himself to her, despite her protests. By giving Charlie the ring, Uncle Charlie inextricably links the two of them: she becomes implicit in his crimes through her soon-to-be-gained knowledge of what he has done.

The familial links do not end here. In many ways, Uncle Charlie functions as a mischievous sibling; he and young Charlie are in a silent conspiracy to brighten Emma’s life, and his initial interactions with the girl are disarmingly childlike, as he teases her much as a brother would. And to Charlie, her uncle is less an “uncle” than a peer:

“We’re not just an uncle and a niece. It’s something else. I know you … we’re sort of like twins, don’t you see?”

"You've nothing on me."

This sense of duality permeates the film, as Hitchcock very deliberately builds the story around mirror images and doubles. This manifests itself in several ways, most notably in the manner by which people are regularly paired throughout the movie. Of course, the most explicit example of these pairings is the two Charlies, but other pairings include: two suspects in the Merry Widow killings; two detectives pursuing Charles; Charlie’s two younger siblings and her two girlfriends; and the bumbling pseudo-murderous duo of Charlie’s father (Henry Travers) and their neighbor, Herb (Hume Cronyn), to name a few. These pairings underscore the coupling that is so central to the film: that of young Charlie and her uncle, who are, in essence, two sides of the same coin—she the innocent, he the corrupted. Young Charlie provides a link to the past, however tenuous, for her uncle; older Charlie unceremoniously ushers his niece into adulthood, with all its troubles, heartbreaks, and dangers:

“You think you know something, don’t you? You think you’re the clever little girl who knows something. There’s so much you don’t know, so much. What do you know, really? You’re just an ordinary little girl, living in an ordinary little town. You wake up every morning of your life and you know perfectly well that there’s nothing in the world to trouble you. You go through your ordinary little day, and at night you sleep your untroubled ordinary little sleep, filled with peaceful, stupid dreams. And I brought you nightmares. Or did I? Or was it a silly, inexpert little lie? You live in a dream. You’re a sleepwalker, blind. How do you know what the world is like? Do you know the world is a foul sty? Do you know, if you rip off the fronts of houses, you’d find swine? The world is hell. What does it matter what happens in it? Wake up, Charlie. Use your wits. Learn something.”

Hitchcock loved to invoke the downward-stairs camera angle; see Notorious, Vertigo, Psycho ...

By the end of the film, as Charlie becomes aware of her uncle’s true nature and survives his attempts on her life, she becomes “corrupted,” too, her innocence lost in the face of the evil to which she has been exposed. She turns from being the one who is threatened to the one doing the threatening:

“Go away, I’m warning you. Go away or I’ll kill you myself.”

And in essence, she does just that, foiling Uncle Charlie’s machinations to preserve her own life. She loses a “twin” only to regain control of her own soul, and the young detective, Jack Graham (Macdonald Carey), returns to Santa Rosa at the end of the film, having accepted the role of a more suitable, equitable partner for Charlie.

To heighten the sense of duality, Hitchcock deliberately frames the film in mirrored scenes: two scenes at the Santa Rosa train station, marking Charles’ arrival and his demise; two dinner table scenes; two scenes in the garage; two scenes of a traffic cop guiding pedestrians in town—and, later, two scenes of the traffic cop stopping Charlie as she rushes down the street; two scenes at the church. This is extended even further to include the set-pieces; there are two staircases in the house, and both Charlies hover on the stairs at different times in the film in order to listen to conversations going on below them.

"He hated the whole world."

Symbolically, smoke plays a large part in Hitchcock’s depiction of Uncle Charlie on screen—at multiple times throughout the film, his influence in a scene is marked by the presence of smoke, lending a devilish connotation to Cotten’s performance. Even the most seemingly innocuous moments in the film are smoke-filled; as the movie introduces us to Charles Oakley, lying on his back in the darkened boardinghouse room, a curtain of smoke hangs above his head; a similar cloud of smoke surrounds Charles’ head as he discovers the newspaper article about the Merry Widow Murderer; a haze surrounds him during both major confrontations with young Charlie (in the dive bar and in front of the house after church, when the Charlies discover that the other Merry Widow suspect has died).

In fact, throughout the movie, there are few scenes in which Charles is not shown to be smoking. That in itself is not entirely strange; it’s not unusual to see copious smoking in films from the 1940s. But rarely has it been so essential to the development of a character. Charles does not smoke merely for enjoyment; the smoke signifies deeper aspects of his character. The smoky haze that surrounds him throughout the movie obscures our view (and that of the other characters), indicating the success of Charles’ charade; and it becomes an effective weapon for him—when he locks young Charlie in the garage with the running car, the smoky exhaust from the automobile nearly kills her. And it is hard to ignore the thick, black smoke bellowing from the train as it pulls into Santa Rosa at the start of the film, heralding the metaphorical devil’s arrival.

The ennui that has seemingly driven Uncle Charlie to murder is marked by an enmity for humanity that is both startling and appropriate, considering the film’s production took place in the midst of World War II, when views of the world were far from happy-go-lucky. Charles has little consideration for this world, or for his fellow man … and fellow woman. The misogyny inherent in Charles’ murderous acts is highlighted by his comparison of wealthy widows to animals:

Uncle Charlie: “The cities are full of women, middle-aged widows, husbands dead … husbands who’ve spent their lives making fortunes, working and working. And then they die and leave their money to their wives, their silly wives. And what do the wives do, these useless women? … horrible, faded, fat, greedy women.”

Young Charlie: “But they’re alive, they’re human beings!”

Uncle Charlie: “Are they? Are they, Charlie? Are they human, or are they fat, wheezing animals, hmm? And what happens to animals when they get too fat and too old?”

Charles stares directly into the camera, implicitly indicting the audience in his accusations.

But Charles is not merely misogynistic—he professes a bone-deep hatred for people in general and the world itself in particular. His view of the past is strangely contradictory; while Charles protests that there is little use in “looking backward,” his reminisces with Emma about their childhood are relatively idyllic:

“Everybody was sweet and pretty then … the whole world … not like the world today. Not like the world now.”

Even his affection for his daffy sister and his nieces and nephew is, at best, a surface emotion; he chides Emma sharply for what he sees as her gullibility and, when threatened by young Charlie’s knowledge of his crimes, does not hesitate to try to remove the threat by killing his own niece.

In short, Shadow of a Doubt, perhaps more so than any other Hitchcock film, effectively portrays the sociopath as the complex, multilayered creature he typically is. There is no sense of exaggeration; Cotten’s performance does not delve into overacting or melodramatic hysterics. He is charming, matter-of-fact, and clinically precise in his actions, more realistic than most of the villains in Hitchcock’s expansive rogues’ gallery.

And therein lies the strength of this movie. Shadow of a Doubt is all the more chilling because it’s a realistic portrait of a relatively innocent small town being infiltrated by an evil so insidious that most of the people there never even realize how close they have come to danger. And it proves that Hitchcock does not need twisting plots or “shock and awe” to get his point across—sometimes, all it takes to frighten someone is to show them what could be lurking in the next house, the next street, the next neighborhood.

This post is part of an ongoing countdown of Hitchcock’s twenty greatest films. Shadow of a Doubt is tied for #1 on that list. For other entries in this series, check out our category devoted to “Hitch.”

Katie for Congress!

If there is one movie that I really wish TCM would play sometime in the near future, it’s The Farmer’s Daughter, an absolutely delightful comedy starring Loretta Young, Joseph Cotten, and Ethel Barrymore. The movie’s never been released on DVD as far as I can tell (drats!), and I’m seriously jonesing for a fresh viewing.

Released by RKO in 1947, The Farmer’s Daughter tells the story of Katrin (“Katie”) Holstrom, a somewhat naive young woman of Swedish heritage who leaves her family farm for the “big city” in the hopes of becoming a nurse. But when an unscrupulous man swindles Katie of her savings, she is forced to find work as a maid in the home of the Morleys–mother Agatha (Barrymore), widow of a United States Senator and a powerful, wealthy political player, and son Glenn (Cotten), a young Congressman in his own right. While working for the Morleys, Katie displays a surprising knowledge of the ins and outs of the political machine and does not hide her opinions, which amuses Agatha and causes Glenn to see Katie in a new light. Soon, the Morleys throw their support behind a new candidate, Finley (Art Baker), whom Katie knows and abhors. Her subsequent questioning of Finley’s voting record at a town hall meeting causes members of the opposing party to choose her to run against Finley, leading to a competitive political race that puts her friendship with the Morleys–and her budding romance with Glenn–in jeopardy.

This film is one of the great underrated comedies, featuring a wonderfully engrossing storyline and a magnificent cast. Young gives the performance of her career as Katie, winning a surprise Oscar for the role (I say “surprise” because many in Hollywood expected Rosalind Russell to finally take the award for her performance in Mourning Becomes Electra–including, by most accounts, Russell herself). Her Katie is soft but steely, a force of morality and stalwart honesty in the face of corruption and greed, and Cotten is both foil (at least initially) and partner.

Cotten (whom I adore–sigh) is charming, but relatively one-note as Glenn–the show is truly Young’s, and he is merely along for the ride (though what a handsome ride it be … sorry, I can’t help myself). Also of note is Charles Bickford, who was nominated for Best Supporting Actor for his role as the Morley family butler, Clancy, who tries–and fails–to instruct Katie in the proper behavior of a servant.

And Barrymore, as the shrewd, knowing Agatha, adds the necessary gravitas and a twinkle of motherly humor–something she carried over into her treatment of Young in real life, as she reportedly doted on Young after the actress suffered a miscarriage while filming. Aside from these major players, in smaller roles look for James Arness (of Gunsmoke fame) as Sven, one of Katie’s brothers; famed Swedish import Anna Q. Nilsson as Katie’s mother; and Harry Davenport (who, to me, will always be Gone With the Wind’s nosy Dr. Meade) as Agatha’s doctor.

The film presents an interesting look at “politics as usual” in the 1940s, and along with Frank Capra’s 1939 opus Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, shows modern audiences that the “good old days” were just as filled with corruption, scandal, and manipulation as today’s sometimes exhausting political races. When Katie’s candidacy is announced, the opposing party, endorsed by a reluctant yet determined Agatha, engages in a series of public attacks on Katie’s character, insinuating that she is not the moral paragon her party pronounces her to be. Not much different from our modern electoral process, is it? There are faint shades of “Joe the Plumber” here, too–taking an ordinary citizen and putting them in the political spotlight to further a party’s cause.

The more things change, apparently, the more they stay the same.

The movie tries to maintain a somewhat partisan balance by choosing not to define outright which political party is which, but it’s easy to infer that the Morleys are longtime bastions of the Republican Party, while Katie and her compatriots are unmistakeably Democrats. And though the makers of The Farmer’s Daughter are obviously, painstakingly attempting not to place value judgments on either party, the differences are clear: the Morleys’ party is depicted as overly corrupt and manipulative, while the more liberal opposition, as embodied by Katie, is compassionate, self-sacrificing, and kind.

In the end, however, the movie does not overly exert itself in the direction of making a political point. It is, first and foremost, a romantic comedy, heavier on the romance than the laughs, but equally delightful in both respects.

So play it already, TCM!!!

SUtS: Ingrid Bergman

Carrie’s choice: Spellbound (1945)

Airing 4:00PM EST

Today it was pretty hard to choose which movie to recommend. So, let me start by saying just set your DVR up now and record the whole thing, call in sick, get popcorn, something.

That said, I’ll get to Spellbound. To fully understand how much I liked this movie, I have to explain my history with Hitchcock.  You see, I wasn’t a particular fan. I don’t like movies where things jump out suddenly. I don’t like to be scared. I did like Strangers on a Train pretty well, but that’s it. So, when Brandie told me I had to watch this movie I was not exactly enthusiastic. “But I really want to see your opinion/interpretation.” Okay, fine. So, after being assured that things were NOT going to jump out at me, I consented to watch this, at night, no less.

Well, one of the big selling points for me on this one, as you can probably guess, was Gregory Peck. Le sigh. We put this movie on, and I’m pretty enthusiastic about a female mental health practitioner getting it done in classic film. Then Gregory Peck shows up and its’ all over. That’s not the only reason I like this movie, although Brandie may tell you that it really is. Didn’t hurt, though.

IMDB Plot Summary:

“The head of the Green Manors mental asylum Dr. Murchison is retiring to be replaced by Dr. Edwardes, a famous psychiatrist. Edwardes arrives and is immediately attracted to the beautiful but cold Dr. Constance Petersen. However, it soon becomes apparent that Dr. Edwardes is in fact a paranoid amnesiac impostor. He goes on the run with Constance who tries to help his condition and solve the mystery of what happened to the real Dr. Edwardes.”

What I like about this one is the way it’s twisted. It’s not completely predictable, and only mildly out in left-field. When watching this, you must consider the time and psychological research that was popular. That said, is all the theory used in the film terribly practical/accurate/useful- not completely. But, in Hitchcock’s defense, I’ve seen much, much worse in current film and television.  That’s about all I can say without spoiling the ending.

One of the best features, for me, was that Dr. Constance Petersen (Bergman) is an intelligent, strong heroine in the film. This is not the shrieking kind of situation one thinks of with the horror/thriller genre. Moreover, she is a competent, respected doctor. Having the female lead play a strong character, for me, greatly enhanced the movie. She is believable and as a viewer, I was able to like her and identify with her as a “real” person. So, extra cudos.

I recommend this one. It’s my favourite Hitchcock (yes, I’ve seen more since this one, but none I liked as much I enjoyed this one).

As an added bonus, if you see this film, I recommend watching Mel Brooks’ High Anxiety, which plays off of most of Hitchcock’s work, but quite a bit fits this particular film.

Enjoy!

Brandie’s choice: Gaslight (1944)

Airing 3:30AM

Closing out Bergman’s well-deserved SUtS tribute is the film which won her the first of her three Academy Awards, the prize for Best Actress.

In Gaslight, adapted from Patrick Hamilton’s play of the same name (though it was originally known as Angel Street),  Bergman plays Paula, an aspiring young opera singer. Her aunt Alice, a famed opera singer in her own right, had been murdered years previously, and Paula is haunted by her aunt’s death. She meets a charming, slick man named Gregory Anton (Charles Boyer) and falls head over heels in love; before long, the two are married, and Gregory insists that the couple move into the London townhouse left to Paula by her aunt. He also insists that, in an effort to start their lives together on a fresh slate, they pack up all of Alice’s belongings and store them in the sealed attic of the home. Soon after moving in, however, the isolated young bride begins to hear noises around the house, the gaslights throughout the home begin to flicker mysteriously for no discernible reason at all, and Paula begins to wonder if she’s going a little bit mad …

The showcase of this film is undoubtedly Bergman’s performance as the frightened, bewildered Paula. She swings between feelings of madness and coherence, joy and fear, almost seamlessly. Her always-luminous face reflects the haggard weight of her character’s many concerns, but Paula does not collapse under them; this young bride has a ribbon of steel in her spine, which we see come to full fruition in her final confrontation with her shady husband. That’s the brilliance of Bergman’s acting–she’s so subtle and layered, it takes multiple viewings sometimes to see everything she’s doing with a character. A sideways glance, a tilted eyebrow, the slight raise of her chin … she acts with her entire being. There have been only a handful to match her.

Bergman is aided in the film by a great supporting cast; Boyer is perfectly smarmy as the ne’er-do-well husband, and Joseph Cotten (one of my particular favorites) makes waves in a relatively small role as the detective who helps Paula figure out what’s happening in her home. And, somewhat notably, this film features the first-ever screen appearance of the lovely Angela Lansbury, in the not-so-pleasant role of the disdainful housemaid.

This is a great little noir-lite classic, suspenseful and entertaining, so make sure you catch it (or, if you’re not a night owl like me, record it!).